"Big dummy, this is definitely another big dummy. After all that buildup, was it just so he could put on a big show? The Cultivation World these days is getting more and more hopeless."
Inside the Starry Sky Ring, Huang Mei sighed in exasperation.
Xu Yi, however, seemed to have fallen fast asleep. He made no sound at all, let alone chiming in.
Although Huang Mei knew that Daoist Friend Qin, the one with the purple beard, had made up the whole story, the man had laid the groundwork so well that not a soul thought his words were false. He had truly captivated the entire room.
By the end, even Huang Mei had nearly been drawn in.
After Daoist Friend Qin had spun his tale, the battle at Wang Pan Mountain was more exciting than the real thing.
The atmosphere in the hall was lively when, suddenly, the great doors of forged grayrock burst open. Icy wind howled inside, instantly snuffing out several of the nearest bonfires.
The hall had been warmed like spring by more than a dozen bonfires.
Now, this bone-chilling gale rushed in without warning. Before anyone could defend themselves, it stung their pores like steel needles, making everyone shiver.
Even Xu Yi, who had been half-asleep, was jolted awake. He looked toward the doorway in displeasure.
A cloaked figure stood outside. The cloak was clearly specially made; with it concealing him, no one could make out his appearance or cultivation.
The man stood at the entrance as the howling north wind filled the entire hall.
Everyone was incensed, but they couldn't see through the man's strength, and for a moment, no one dared voice their anger.
It was Master Qiu Wu who called out, "Honored guest, it's windy outside. Please come in."
The cloaked man